The silence stretches between us, the sound of our breathing creating a primal rhythm which is doubling and mounting with every breath.
“You are a force of nature,” his voice is deep and steady.
It’s almost as if his words reach inside of my chest and grip my heart. Haven’t I already given it to him? My back arches as I stretch my arms further out in front of me.
Angelo’s grip is firm as he pries my knees farther apart. “You have no idea how sexy you look stretched out for me like this.”
I shriek when his hand lands on my ass cheek. It’s not a gentle, warm-up spanking. This one is meant to sting. And it does. I almost can’t swallow down my moan of pleasure.
“You are so much stronger than you realize.” It feels like he wraps me in his words and holds me close without touching me. My mind stills and it fills with light. Instead of darkness.
Instead of that little voice which has stuck around with me, no matter how many times I’ve tried to ignore it and push against it. It’s always the voice of my mother in her cruelest moments. Even in death, she remains, if only she were worthy of such remembrance.
He spanks me again. “You haven’t even begun to realize your power.”
I shake my head, my mind revolting against his words. “No,” I insist.
“You’re my woman. My queen. If I have power, you have power. If I have riches, you have riches. If I have people’s fear, you have people’s fear. I’ll be your sword if it is what you need. Or I will simply remind you of everything you already are.” He spanks me with each of his next words, “You. Just you, Dove.”
My mouth opens and closes, but my mind blanks and I don’t know why I’m arguing with him in the first place. This is what he wants to grant me? This is the give with the take of being with this man? And the life I will have is one where he demands and I give, but it all comes back to me, and he holds me by his side?
I think I could get used to something like that.
Angelo slips just the tip of his cock inside of me and holds still. When I try to push back against him to feel more of him, to stretch around him, his hand comes down hard on my ass and I freeze in place.
“You are the only woman who can stand at my side.” It feels like he’s hypnotizing me with his words.
He plunges inside of me, filling me to the hilt, while spanking my ass. The sensation of it all at once feels like being thrown overboard. My fingers stretch out from my bound hands as if I could grab something and steady myself.
But I can’t.
The wrapping paper crinkles and I hope we don’t ruin anything he got me, even though he probably wouldn’t care. I push back against him while squeezing his length in the hope of him giving me what I want.
“Careful,” he grits out through his teeth.
But I don’t listen. I squeeze him again and wiggle my hips. My body shudders as he lets out a growl while his hand lands on my ass again.
“Fuck me, Angelo,” I beg, my voice needy as fuck.
The air stills for a moment and then he’s giving me exactly what I asked for. This doesn’t feel like a punishment, not like the other day.
As he punches his hips forward, claiming me all over again with his body, I meet his movements and moan out just how good it feels to be filled by him. He grips my hip with one hand while the other slides up and down my spine with his fingertips.
The way his touch is light but intentional has my body going on high alert. The contradiction of his touch pushes me closer to the edge. As the sound of our bodies slapping together gets faster and louder, our moans do as well.
His groans are masculine and feel like a live wire.
“I’ll keep telling you who you are, and then fucking you until you can’t argue about it,” he grunts. His hand lands on my ass again as I feel his hard cock swell inside of me and his thrusts falter. But I’m right here.
Even though his words are ridiculous, I have no doubt that he wouldn’t hesitate to follow through. I’m not even surprised at this point.
If I’ve learned one thing about Angelo over the last few days, it’s that he’s more than a little unhinged.
And I love it.
He spanks me again as he barks out, “Come.”
My body obeys. The way my pussy squeezes him might as well be me begging for his cum. He lets out a long and low groan as he fills me with his cock and his seed.
